A jackhammer first thing in the morning
juiced, primed, ready to rip to bits concrete
actions beyond words, beyond sound, pure noise
chalk up the ass of Balaam's alderman
kindness beyond belief, a real angel
haunted by the stalking God with camera
absolute photogenic memory
murder by numbers, twenty-two, said twice
morning glory, Blue Star, Massachusetts
ends questions underneath a swimming pool
rebirth, resuscitate, raped cadavers
fuck this world of karma, allegedly
in a past life, all these men hurt this man
rape as inquisition-execution
suck my cock, bitch, are you not my daddy
truculent defiance for Sylvia
tormented as a child by his brother
he sat in meditation for decades
intuition as an epiphany
necessarily drove him to murder
given this was not the Bosnian War
intuition without self-reflection
nothing but an egotistical brat
transcendental hate crimes against Black men
heinous to reconcile thought processes
enter the psychiatrists into court
murder for false ideological
obsessions guarantees death penalty
remote arguments for childhood trauma
negligence in privileged community
intervention impossible, death squad
needlessly smoking cigarettes, they wait
given orders to shoot, by God, they shoot
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